Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Zapp,
Television,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.